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Topic: Design (01/19/04)
TITLE: A Field Of Nightmares
By Corinne Smelker
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“I promise, if you let me go, I won’t tell a soul!”
Thunderous silence was all that met her seven-year-old ears. She could see the back of his head from where she lay. She looked for an escape route, but he’d dumped her in the back of his car, by shoving her over the seat. There were no back doors, and therefore no way of escape.
Desperately, she began to pray to the God she had heard about from a friend. “God, hear me, see me and save me.”
Nothing happened except that the car jolted to a stop and the man turned around. She could see his unshaven face and her terror grew greater. This was surely the face of a monster! His brown eyes looked her over slowly and his lips moved in anticipation, of what, she could not really tell, but she instinctively knew it couldn’t be good.
She lifted her head to peer out the window. A few houses stood off in the distance, while the car stopped among the sugar cane. She knew this field! It was not far from her house, if only she could break free, she could run for the houses and to safety.
He unlocked his door, climbed out, and pulled his seat forward. Reaching back for her, she cowered in the far corner of the car.
“Leave me alone, please,” she was begging for her very life.
He ignored her, not even looking at her, and dragged her out by the collar of her favorite shirt — the one with the picture of the turtle. She struggled with all her little might; and nearly gave him the slip as her shirt moved over her head. But he grabbed her up in his arms, a biting, kicking mass of girl, screaming her lungs out.
He slapped her once, and she lay still in the grass. “Please God, help me.” She begged amidst her sobs. She saw him looming over her; rope in hand. She curled herself into an even smaller ball hoping to disappear. Her last memory was of him reaching down with the rope, with an almost animal-like frenzy about him.
Up in heaven, Satan approached the Father and said, “I claim this one as mine. I have her parents, by rights she belongs to me. Give her to me. She does not know you, I want her.”
The Father looked down at the stupefied, slight form, and sent comforting angels to minister to her. He turned back to Satan and said, “She called out to me. I created and designed her before the foundation of the earth. You have plotted to destroy her life, but I tell you now, you are not to touch this one. She is mine, and I have a plan for her. You and your minions are not to touch her again.”
She awoke, with the sun beating down on her upturned, freckled face. She blinked and rolled over, as pain wracked her delicate body. She touched her neck, and the rope that was still there. “Why aren’t I dead?” With her heart pounding, she grabbed the sugar cane and sat up in panic. “Where is the man?” She looked from side to side. She was still in the middle of the field. “He’s gone and so is the car.”
She was alive! She wasn’t sure how, but she was alive!
Satan hung his head and left the throne room, and at the same time, the little girl picked herself up, and slowly made her way to a house at the edge of the field, to safety and help. Although stunned and bewildered, she somehow felt the comfort of an unknown presence. And healing took place, to bring this young girl into the destiny the Lord had for her all along.